Ming Zu was even sure that Mao Po’s trip to Zhoushan did not obtain the consent of the Butian Republic at all, but he was determined to do so.

No matter how precocious the soul master is, he will never become a superman in an instant. Ren Xin, who is the one who makes the sky, would never do such a stupid thing. I really think that this world is revolving around the soul master? Stop dreaming. Even if it is ten times stronger, the soul master will not be able to rule the world.

If it was so easy, the four great soul masters had already existed hundreds of years ago. Why is the regime still in the hands of ordinary people? Soul masters can only be transcendent and have privileges at most.

No matter how talented a person is, he cannot control a super force with a population of over 100 million with his own strength. He must pass through layers of managers, like giant trees, and finally spread to the branches and leaves.

In the eyes of the Mingzu, managing an empire is far more difficult than becoming a soul master. Anyway, no one of the four soul masters he knows will spend his energy on politics.

No matter how naive the behavior of the pores is, strength is real. Ming Zu knew very well that the entire Zhoushan Empire was the only one who could compete with him. If it were someone else, it would be useless to have more pores. It would be impossible to have one thousand pores, but if he wanted to leave, no matter how many of them, no one could stop him.

In the distance, dust was flying, and a convoy rushed towards here quickly. Ming Zu breathed a sigh of relief. He had warned the First Corps before that no one would be allowed to interfere in his battle with Pores. When he thought that it would be impossible, it would be fine to escape.

Now it seems that what I think is simple. After all, this is the Zhoushan Empire and its roots. Where can I escape?

This guy with pores has a distorted personality and is arrogant. If he doesn't kill himself, he will not leave Zhoushan. Will he have to live a hiding place in the future and use other people's lives to survive?

No matter what, it is always a good thing to have someone to help, at least it is easier when you escape.

When Ming Zu saw the sign in front of the car, his heart ached, and then he felt very warm. Unexpectedly, these little guys came. In an instant, he guessed what these little guys thought. He came here like this, just die, anyway, they will die sooner or later, so it would be better to die vigorously.

The convoy stopped a hundred meters away from the two men. The door opened, and a group of young men and women walked out carefully and looked at the two people sitting on the chair from a distance.

Du Qian and Junyan got out of the car side by side, a hundred meters away, and with their eyes, they could still see clearly. From the back, the two seemed to be leisurely, but when they looked at them from the front, they became much bloody.

Mingzu and his pores were half lying and half sitting in a rattan chair, but their faces were not good-looking. Mingzu's nostrils, corners of his mouth, and the foundations of his eyes were bleeding outwards, and blood marks on his face were very scary.

The pores are obviously much better than those of the Ming Ancestor, but they are constantly bleeding from nose.

Seeing the reinforcements coming from the Mingzu, Mao Po laughed: "Look, your reinforcements are coming, do you feel distressed?"

The Mingzu was indeed a little distressed. He knew very well that the real soul master was too different from the little guys in front of him. Even if they tried their best, they would not really hurt their pores. As long as the pores took action, how many chances would have to escape here alive?

"If you have any questions, think more about yourself." A consciousness with extremely strong tremors rang in the mind of the pores, and the speed of nosebleeds suddenly increased a little.

"Who?" A thunderous sound rang out in everyone's mind at the same time. In front of the pores, a huge spider had a hideous face, swallowing and sucking smoke and clouds.

Du Qian's chest lit up, and his head felt a little dizzy. In less than a second, it turned into an invisible state. The conscious attack of the pores seemed to have no effect on him.

This is the third time. Du Qian is so slow that he has long felt that every time he is attacked by the Soul Control Master, his chest will always light up and resolve the invisible attack.

Turning his head to look at the others, the Soul Control Masters led by Sikong Bingye were all straight and their nostrils were bleeding, and they were obviously attacked by strong forces. Turning his head and looking back, only the people who got out of the car seemed to not feel the attack from their pores. Not only the Soul Control Masters had no feelings, but even Junshan and Yao Jing looked as usual.

"When I am Zhoushan, there is no one? It is easy to come, but it is difficult to leave." Jun Yan shouted angrily, and a reduced version of Jun Yan's Dharma image pounced from behind the head to the pores. The first time I controlled the Dharma image, even if it was connected to the mind, the Dharma image would still be shaking, like a child who had just learned to walk.

"Human form and Dharma image? Looking for death..." Pore's face changed drastically. He never expected that in the Zhoushan Empire, in addition to the Ming Ancestor around him, there was actually a second true soul master.

The ability to control the Dharma image of pores is obviously stronger than that of Jun Yan. The spider Dharma image is unfolded, and the body like clouds protects the pores in the center. If Jun Yan was the only one, he would have controlled the Dharma sumo to go up. But beside him, there was a more experienced Ming Ancestor. The Ming Ancestor was indeed not as strong as him, but his experience was a hundred times richer than him.

A big axe suddenly appeared behind the pores, with clouds and mist floating, and the fog stormed, and the giant axe slashed hard on the spider from far to near.

There was no sound, two wonderful forces like smoke and clouds collided together, the giant axe was bounced up dozens of meters high, and at the same time, the Ming Ancestor on the rattan chair had appeared a hundred meters away.

It was not until this time that Jun Yan's Dharma image rushed to the pores. He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to start. After a second, the Dharma image stretched out his hands and pulled the spider Dharma image hard.

The spider, like a cloud, twisted violently, and a stream of black smoke, mixed with a strong stinking smell, soared into the sky.

The body of the pores was hidden in the magical form like smoke and clouds, retreated and flew into the air, the face with pores exposed in the smoke and clouds glared at Jun Yan, her facial features were twisted to the extreme, and her eyes were almost glaring at the frame: "Yellow-haired girl, please wait for me, and I will kill you sooner or later."

As he spoke, the smoke and clouds rolled and flew into the sky. In more than ten breaths, they had merged into the clouds in the air, and it was hard to tell them.

"Can he fly?" Du Qian turned his head and looked at Jun Yan, his eyes wide and round. Can the Soul Control Master fly?

"I don't know." Jun Yan looked confused. She became a real soul master. She only had more than an hour before and had a very limited understanding of Dharma images.

"It's not that he can fly, it's that the Dharma image has the ability to fly. If you have the Dharma image, you can naturally take the soul master to fly. I am Mingxing, and many people like to call me Mingzu. Little girl, who are you?" Mingxing suddenly appeared beside the two of them, either walking or flying, or just suddenly appeared beside them, as strange as a ghost.

"How did you do this?" Du Qian asked.

Ming Xing turned his head to look at Du Qian, looked up and down, looking very carefully, and finally locked his eyes on Du Qian's chest: "What weirdness is hidden in your clothes?"

"Me? No." Du Qian said, pulling away the clothes to reveal the smooth skin inside.

"It's strange." Ming Xing said with a frown. That moment was very short, but he believed that he would not read it wrong.

"I am Junyan."

"Okay, very good, great." Hearing Jun Yan's answer, Ming Zu smiled on his face, and then he laughed silently. Our Zhoushan Empire also has a second soul master, and it is a human figure.

Sikong Bingye stood dozens of meters away, with hot flames rushing in his eyes. He naturally recognized Jun Yan. Unexpectedly, she became a real soul master? Where did she get her soul from?

"Go and check who are the people around Junyan."

"The handsome boy is her father."

"I recognize Junshan, don't talk nonsense, don't you want to know? The soul of heaven and earth will not come to you on your own initiative." Sikong Bingye said. Can't a group of idiots who are busy waiting to die?

"Does it work? It depends on luck." Several friends of Sikong Bingye obviously don't buy his account. They are all soul masters. Are you more famous? Don't be boring. You are old. You can only prove that you are closer to death, and nothing else can be proved.

"Luck? No, I never believe in luck." Sikong Bingye cursed. In fact, he also knew that the soul of heaven and earth really depends on luck. At least so far, no one can find any rules. If there is really a rule, there will be no fewer souls of heaven and earth.

"Why don't you go have a cup of tea?" Mingxing invited.

Du Qian was surprised. He knew many soul control masters, and his eyes were all on his forehead, and none of them could speak well. The Ming Ancestor in front of him was the real soul control master. In terms of strength or status, he was so polite. He was far above those little bastards.

Of course, it depends on who you are polite. He can understand how kind he is to Junyan. He will be a little over the place to be polite to himself, Yao Jing and Junshan.

"Okay." Jun Yan knew that this level would always be passed. The empire had a second soul master and must have new plans and arrangements. Before that, at least those big men must know themselves.

"Let's go first?" asked the Ming Zu.

Junyan's eyes lit up: "You mean flying?"

"Of course." Ming Zu laughed.

"Actually, it's easy to let your Dharma image wrap around your body and control your Dharma image to fly around." As he said that, the giant axe turned into a cloud of smoke and wrapped the Ancestor Nether tightly and floated into the sky. Ancestor Nether reached out from the cloud of smoke and looked at Jun Yan with a smile.

Well, Du Qian then realized that he was self-indulgent. The Emperor Mingzu was indeed just polite to Junyan. Even if you drink tea, you can't fly and you can't keep up with others. What a waste of drinking.

Jun Yan's thoughts moved, and the Dharma phase wrapped around her body, slowly flew up, poking her head out from time to time, looking around, and flew to a hundred meters high. She seemed to be frightened. The smoke and clouds suddenly hit the ground like a meteor, several meters above the ground, turning into an arc, and flew up again.

Du Qian heard Jun Yan's happy laughter in the smoke and clouds. Jun Yan, who had been accustomed to using consciousness to transmit sound, actually laughed out loud, which shows how happy and excited she was at this time.

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Chapter completed!